—By Kevin Fuller (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)— |
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’Twas the night before Rose Bowl, when all through the dorm, A few players passed out somewhere near their beds, |
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When out on the field there arose such a clatter, The moon shone brightly lighting the lot below, |
With a tall lanky driver, moves he did uncork, “Now Victor! now, Cahow! now, Koger and TK! |
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“There’s no time to sleep, I do hereby decree, When competition starts, disc golfers throw far, |
In the Rose Bowl the discs will fly up and away, The accuracy winner, who will be deserved? |
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Stork quizzes staff and players. Who’s a flying disc geek? DDC is strategic, two discs hold your fate, |
Play your best and avoid throwing disaster, Crammed back in his Datsun, gave the disc crew a nod, |
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About the Author:
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Kevin Fuller is one of the founders of the Flying Disc Museum and a mediocre disc player. Once upon a time he was decent, played ultimate at UNH in the '70s and then with Boston Aerodisc in the '80s. He competed in and helped organize local overall tournaments and was TD for the 1978 and 1979 NH States and the 1978 MA States. |
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